Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.